Gone

Depression

"Kay, open up or I will pick this lock!" Rochelle yells while banging on my bedroom door. I quickly get off my bed and wipe my eyes. She got out of the hospital? Already? It's only been an hour!

"Just go away. I'm done with you." I croak out.

"What happened to hoes before bros? Chicks before dicks?" She groans.

"You should have thought about that before you fooled around with him."

I hear a click and my door is opened. I quickly dig my head into my hands and ignore her presence.

"Up. Now."

I ignore her again and open the window. To my surprise, Griffin stands there, sitting on the edge of Rochelle's window.

"Talk to us or I'll jump." He threatens.

"You wouldn't!" I say and lean out the window for a better look at him.

"I would!" He starts leaning more towards the direction of the ground below. It's not like we are in a giant building overlooking the streets of New York, actually we are maybe 4 feet off the ground. I still don't want to see him get hurt, there are thorny bushes down there. I look down and cower back in fear like child on its first Ferris wheel.

"Please don't."

"Then talk to us, let us explain. Will you?" He says, his beautiful eyes narrowing on me. I nod. His eyes are too hypnotizing." Good."

He sits straight on the window sill and, I'm guessing, is waiting for Rochelle to start.

"I didn't think you liked him THAT much.."

I scoff and cross my arms.

"Okay! So maybe I just didn't want you to ruin things with him."

"So you'd rather ruin things with me?"

"Yeah! Wait, what? No! Of course not!"

I roll my eyes." That's inexcusable."

Now Griffin comes to save the day, of course he does.
"Okay, what she means to say is that she's sorry and it won't happen again."

"That's still not an excuse. If you don't have a good excuse, I have better things to do. Like call Peter. I'm sure he's wondering why no ones called him this weekend." I lie, Peter never worries about me over the weekend, but when I don't meet him for lunch at school he assumes I'm dead.

"Cut the shit Kay!" Griffin yells, surprising all of us. Suddenly silence takes over and things become depressing.

"Maybe you should leave.." I say quietly while I fiddle with my fingernails.

"Yeah. Maybe I should." He says and storms off, slamming the window of Rochelle's house behind him. Wow, anger issues much?

"Maybe I should -"

"No! You stay right here! What gives you the right to move in on my man?" I bark.

"Your man? Did he fuck you like he did me?" Her lips form into a wicked smile.

She didn't. She couldn't have. I can't believe it! My mind is spinning. She still has the nerve to sit there and smile like the devil she is!

"Get the hell out of my house!" I scream.

"Gladly!" She shouts back and snatches her purse off of my coffee table."You're a douche anyways."

My hand comes in contact with her face for the third time today. Immediately it leaves a gash near her eye.
This time she fights back by punching. My lip is numb. I bring my hand up to my lip and then look at it. Blood.

"Get out! Get out now!" I cry out. Sorrow immediately fills her eyes but disappears and is filled with hate.

She storms out just like Griffin had. What is happening here? What has happened today has been crazy. I quickly scramble to the phone and call the only one I know I can trust.

"Peter?"

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